Chapter 203 Divorce Her
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Tyrone slipped the rosary into Aella’s bag. “No matter what people say, I believe you.”
Aella pulled her gaze away, voice flat. “I don’t believe you. And I don’t need your belief
The words knocked Tyrone silent.
Aella’s fingers tightened around the rosary. She drew a steady breath.
She hadn’t expected a simple strand to carry that kind of history. She’d have to return them to Victor herself.
She turned her head, watching the streetlights slide backward outside the window.
Tyrone watched her.
Whatever trust she’d had in him was gone.
He was being honest now, and she took it as one more lie.
They rode in silence to the Winter estate.
Aella stepped out and smoothed her hair.
Tyrone shrugged off his jacket and set it on her shoulders.
He warned her, “With me here, whatever my parents or Grandfather say, don’t answer.”
She met his eyes. “Save your protection for Zera. I don’t need it.”
Tyrone closed a hand around her wrist. “I deleted every way to reach her. I apologized. Can you drop the attitude?”
They stared each other down. Aella shook him off.
At the McCarthy banquet, the whispers had been filthy.
If they made her wince, Ralph must’ve been fuming.
Victor had told her he’d keep her family safe.
Fine. Let’s see it. The Winters, the Websters, the McCarthys–whose weight actually counts?
She wanted to test how much Victor was worth in the Winters‘ and McCarthys‘ eyes.
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Chapter 203 Divorce Her
She wanted to see if he could really backstop her–and help her get free.
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They had just stepped into the living room together when a teacup came flying straight at
Aella’s head.
She shot back, “Grandpa, if you’ve got something to say, say it. Don’t tell me to apologize every other sentence. I’m not your grandchild. I don’t apologize to you if I didn’t do anything wrong.”
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